The beautiful boy who was reborn in the dark world of women

The ground cracked and bloody thorns sprouted from the cracks, indiscriminately attacking all living things in the territory.

In the center of the territory, two monsters were fighting each other, and savage roars were heard amid the blood.

At this time, Lor had already escaped into the Palace of Thorns and was trying to find another exit to leave this hellish place.

The two monsters behind him were fighting madly for the power of Blood Thorn, and no one paid any attention to this little cat.

As long as one side decides the winner, Lor will have nowhere to escape in Bloodthorn's territory.

Lor didn't know who would win, he just hoped that they could hold out for a little longer, giving him enough time to leave the Palace of Thorns.

The ground beneath his feet suddenly shook, and he accidentally lost his balance and fell to the ground again. A thorn that had been climbing up the stone wall came towards him from behind.

At the critical moment, the shadows under his feet churned, and Miss Yasha pulled him into the shadows again.

This time, in less than a few seconds, Lor was thrown out from the shadows again. He rolled on the ground, barely got up and continued running.

"Bloodthorn is fully awakening. We must leave here as soon as possible..."

Miss Yasha was in very poor condition. Her strength was very limited in the Bloodthorn Territory, and the previous few attacks had already consumed a lot of her strength.

Lor didn't know how long he had been running until he could no longer see any trace of thorns around him. He finally couldn't hold on any longer and leaned against the wall, gasping for breath.

Lor's body was already weak, and he had lost blood. He had also forced himself to run for such a long time, and he was already exhausted.

Lor looked at his hand. His originally delicate and white palm was now covered in blood, the wound had not yet healed, and he was holding a small crystal bottle in his hand.

"What about this? Is it useful?"

The legendary water of the River Styx.

"It's a little useful, but not much. After Bloodthorn wakes up, he will no longer unconsciously avoid its breath, unless you drink it..."

"Can I drink it?"

Lor was stunned and looked at the dark yellow liquid in the crystal bottle.

"I have never heard of a mortal drinking the water of the Styx. Legend has it that the demigod Herman once drank the water of the Styx, crossed the boundary between life and death, entered the underworld, and retrieved the soul of her lover."

"According to this legend, the water of the Styx can at least make people appear dead, and the effect is so strong that it can deceive the gatekeeper. But considering that Herman is half-god, half-human..." Miss Yasha thought for a while.

After hearing this, Lor shook his head.

"If you fake your death, won't you still die after those two women decide the winner?"

If you fake your death, your body can stay in the shadow plane for a long time, and I can take you away from here."

Miss Yasha suggested a feasible method, but then smiled bitterly and said,

"The problem now is that the legendary Herman is the daughter of the god Sora and a farmer, a true demigod. Just because she can withstand the water of the Styx doesn't mean you can. It's more likely that you will fall into a deep sleep and never wake up."

Luo Er shook his head, as if he had thought of something, and smiled slightly.

"That sounds like a good idea. I just had a good dream... Miss Yasha, are you worried about me?"

"...I'm just worried that I've worked in vain." Miss Yasha replied coldly.

"I will survive." Lor seemed to be talking to himself, or as if he was comforting the devil.

"Now is not the time to hesitate, is it?" Lor unscrewed the bottle cap and tilted the bottle high to his nose.

"The rest is up to you."

Gently stick out your tongue and pour.

A drop of dark yellow liquid dripped onto the tender pink tongue. Lor smacked his lips, and the smell of rotten wood filled his mouth.

Lor looked at the bottle and saw that there seemed to be two drops left. He wondered if the dosage was too little and would have little effect. But the next second, a peaceful sleep like a veil enveloped him.

Lor's right hand drooped as if he was weak, and the bottle in his hand fell. Fortunately, Miss Yasha caught it with her shadow tentacles, avoiding the waste of precious water of the Styx.

Lor's body slid against the wall, and he had lost his breath. As the shadow flowed beneath him, his body began to sink until it was completely swallowed by the shadow.

Blood-red thorns rose from the ground and pierced through the dome of the Thorn Palace. At the same time, a deep shadow quickly shuttled through the shadows and quickly left the Thorn Palace.